Polish off some Ballantines and chase it with some gin.
Ten thousand scaffolds holding half a million kids.
I reached to grab a glowing rose but instead I burned my hand.
It was just a thousand moths covering a light, hoping that they’d found land.

Life could be a luxury if life forfeited time.
Because all that time has done to me is give then take what’s mine.
It’s not mine, it’s not mine, I ain’t gonna waste more time.
Honey, I’ll be gone before the nightfall.